The God of Dreams, wearing an emerald green crown, bent down and swept her fingers through the lake water, kicking up a flurry of droplets.
The teardrop-shaped gem on the crown glowed, and the splashing droplets paused, stained with a vibrant green hue. The Mountain Lord raised her head, letting the wind swirl these water droplets—imbued with immense power—and scatter them across the mountains.
It was like a gentle drizzle falling; the plants swayed, emitting joyful messages. One after another, immortal herbs and spiritual plants that had suffered disaster grew anew under the influence of this power, exuding faint fragrances.
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